You Like to Sleep, I Like to Fight

You learn a thing or two about cats when you live with them. For example, they’re nocturnal, which means when you’re at your job all day they’re snoozing away, but when you’re turning in for the night they’re up and ready to go. Or in the case of Olive, having a good old fashioned fist fight with Hazel.

Luckily, I’m a pretty heavy sleeper and manage to stay out through most of the tomfoolery. Once in a while, I’ll wake up, mutter something about banana pancakes (the food I dream about) and tell Olive to get out. The battle then moves to the living room, a.k.a. the Gladiator Arena.

We have two year and half old “kittens” Connor and Murphy, they are absolute terrors in the of the night. They are closed out of the bedroom, but many mornings we wake to find the cat tree knocked over blocking the stairs. The funny part is I am laying down with my girl the will curl up and sleep in the room away from each other, but only when I am the only one in bed.

Ours do something we call “The Cow Jumps Over The Moon”, where they run in the bedroom and leap over the bed, barely touching it. Then they run out again. If you remember the kids’ book “A Fly Went By”– it’s that.

Were he not an ex-boy-type kitteh, I’d rename Chipper (aka Shredder) Olive. Acts like a king-size hellion until you do the finger/OUT routine, and then does the finger-lick thing, and figures that makes it all right. Argghhh!